Trees filled with wildlife;
Abundance of cats and birds,
singing the spring song.

Anticipation!
While I wait for spring to come,
let me sit and smile

Sally told the tale, but I  remember the day, as clear as glass,
I passed though the hall on my way to class.
I knew my place, as everyone did, 
we had a task and were bound to it.

The hall, in memory was long and narrow.
One door to the left  was fashioned with strips,
the one to the right that was draped in sorrow.

A curious sorrow, as only a child knows,
I took that door a long, long time ago.
My secrete door, my sacred space
I knew once I entered there was no escape.

One morning I dared and collected my things,
one flash light, one candle, one small chimpanzee.
Yes, my chimpanzee made the journey,
his foresight, his strength, gave me reckon not to fret 
my next great escape.

We made our way into this wonderful space,
my chimp and I discovered with much great  haste that
to be in is great but to be lost is a waste!

We found our way in but not the way out,
deciding that each others company was without a doubt
the best of all secretes we will never give out.

Title:  Orange Marmalade 

D: that was awesome!  I cannot think about writing, I just do it!  I hope you have fun with this one, I know I did!  I need a chimpanzee now...LOL

Year of the lion;
out like a lamb, spring cometh.
Ready for the rain!

I unfortunately was unable to receive the FCR Sam, I am though, on the waiting list for another rescue, and will keep looking for my new poopydoo!  Thank you for thinking of me.  [=

Spring has breezes warm;
Spring cloaks the earth like a hug,
Bringing love and  joy!

Hi BJ! 

Again winter moans;
The chill in the air beckons.
Next week, spring arrives!

--Skid Row--

Shielded by what time has erased
This once was my home,
It now lay in waste.

Many a man now sit here alone,
wasting away in their sadness.
Many a woman shivers and moans,
wandering aimless in madness.

Time has laid rest to a once luscious space,
forgotten for now by my address.
The light up ahead brings some relative grace,
the sign clearly states Skid Row's bandits.

Wow, all I could see with that title were dark streets and poor lost souls....Hope the next one has some sunshine in it!  

Title: ~~The Carnival~~

Tag your it Jon 

I am ready for a spring theme!

Change is coming now,
the leaves are growing quickly.
I ache from the cold!

--Life Song--

Bone tingling sounds surrounded the day,
I lay here in wait for the chorus.
Wonderful notes dance harmonious play,
I have yet to sit up and take notice.

Surely I have heard it, this is not the first time!
A pounding so strong as to make
my bones quiver, and make head chime.
Surely I have, and I bear no mistake,
for this song is my soul, it's life's song that I make!

Thanks Drekinn, all in fun... 

Title:  The Blue Barn

The Unexpected Guest

Loft held no comfort this cold rainy evening
the presents of others, thick in the air.
I knew I had problems when he came with his readings
I had not the patients to spare.

He made comfort statements
as I wrestled pen in hand.
He will have to leave soon
I cannot take this
Tomorrow will start with a plan.

Title: The Junk Drawer

Sleep and dreams collide;
North and South crash far above;
No El Nino here.

Next Saturday I see we shift into summer....LOL
One more week of cold and then we will all be running from the heat of the day...hahahaha

Help me keep warm please,
winter is sneaking past us;
Morning will bring aches!

Pulling all my plants in AGAIN this evening....lol 

Winter brings cold air;
Those that challenge where they live,
will feel the bite yet!

I will take what they call bitter cold here in Jacksonville Florida any day, I used to be shoveling my butt out of many feet of snow.....

Tongue cleansed by warm milk;
Belly filled by marshmallows;
Oh sweet sugar high!

Yes the beautiful day rips on outside and my pool begs for me to put some shock in, chlorine and the new cover.  They say our weather will change tonight back to cold...rats.....

"If, facing the paper, your thought is 'I am an artist.', you have no clue as to what to do. If the concepts of your function are, 'I am a shape maker, an entertainer, an expressive symbol collector' ... then you have an explicit road map."--Edgar Whitney